and that was the last spoken thing from shōyō’s end of the omni. it was a tragic fate. he’s quickly trying to organize his room, which isn’t exactly disorganized, by default; shōyō’s discipline extends to his day to day organization and tidiness! the surprise bump in the road had been the amount of volleyballs he’s stacked into his room to bring to the orphanage the next day, and that. he wanted to try sleeping in this massive, almost infinite pile the same way that lady from patch adams wanted to swim in spaghetti. now, if he could just grab the fishnets and get the stray ones out of the way (or drag half into the living-room kitchen)—
oh, too late. a knock on his front door and a skip of his heart. he’s right in the middle of finally getting these bad boys into submission, he just needs to tie the ends—! who better to open the door for lazarus than the witty picanha, and . . . a chicken. ]
I’ll be right there!!
[ a ball or two has escaped their mortal imprisonment. the bounce and roll down the living space adjacent to the front door. the crow omen gives a sharp inclination of her head and beak to enter, all while the chick starts after one of the stray balls to show off.
once he’s stepped in, picanha regards the man, and is staring quite intently at his new paint job. is she squinting—? ]
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and that was the last spoken thing from shōyō’s end of the omni. it was a tragic fate. he’s quickly trying to organize his room, which isn’t exactly disorganized, by default; shōyō’s discipline extends to his day to day organization and tidiness! the surprise bump in the road had been the amount of volleyballs he’s stacked into his room to bring to the orphanage the next day, and that. he wanted to try sleeping in this massive, almost infinite pile the same way that lady from patch adams wanted to swim in spaghetti. now, if he could just grab the fishnets and get the stray ones out of the way (or drag half into the living-room kitchen)—
oh, too late. a knock on his front door and a skip of his heart. he’s right in the middle of finally getting these bad boys into submission, he just needs to tie the ends—! who better to open the door for lazarus than the witty picanha, and . . . a chicken. ]
I’ll be right there!!
[ a ball or two has escaped their mortal imprisonment. the bounce and roll down the living space adjacent to the front door. the crow omen gives a sharp inclination of her head and beak to enter, all while the chick starts after one of the stray balls to show off.
once he’s stepped in, picanha regards the man, and is staring quite intently at his new paint job. is she squinting—? ]